Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

Ray

"Ah --"

sharp pain in her palm brought her back to her

of the pain and she withdrew her hand involuntarily.

stopped by Brody forcibly. "Don't move."

coldly, frowning.

out, he had

Would hurt.

worriedly at the pale face of Tracy, and his

her

"No --"

knife touched her hand, she withdrew her hand

by the sharp knife, not to mention the knife directly

tried to take her hand back, but failed, because

blood stained Tracy's

her eyes, which were full of fear and timidity, and frowned.

"You know it hurts?"

none of your business. You don't

she took a leap from the chair

red by

"Have a seat --"

of threatening this time.

Tracy was much more stubborn than before.

"No --"

her head.

him coldly, "Brody,

at him

was stunned. It seemed that he remembered what he

were as cold as ice. He pulled her

care about you?

He snorted.

furious that he tightly pressed on her

you

to

stopped struggling. Her face turned pale because it hurt so much and the bleeding had not stopped for such a long

as if she was going

"A little bit painful..."

said with hesitation.

skipped a beat when

pain flashed

felt that Tracy was very feeble, but she was still unwilling to fall to the

tears in her eyes, Tracy didn't say anything but stared at her own

you feel painful, you can shout

down at her. Then he made up his mind and

pointed the sharp knife at the wound on her palm.

stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She shivered and

of fear rose from

her own thought was making trouble.

that if the knife was to be stabbed into her body, it must be

"Hmm --"

was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out

teeth,

"Clap -"

Brody's hand and

was her tears or her

hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when

didn't want to give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although

lip tightly, while the sharp pain in her palm seemed to affect her whole

the knife

the pain, her whole body could not help but twist on the

her eyes finally could

cut and bleeding.

out several times to stop Brody.

"Idiot --"

couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying woman.